_Tarantella_
1
The desk clerk told me that Mrs. Prentiss had Room 1603--the apartment,
not only next to mine but accessible from mine by a set of doors--now
partly locked: I'd turned the key in the door on my side and tried the
other, when I'd arrived.
"I thought," I said, "that she was a few floors down--"
"She moved this afternoon, Mr. Wylie. To get out of the heat, where
there was more air."
Or more something.